Untitled - Azam Abidov - poet and translator
Untitled - Azam Abidov - poet and translator
Untitled - Azam Abidov - poet and translator
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My love grew in spite of hunger<br />
exile, sadness, poverty, notwithst<strong>and</strong>ing<br />
nor worry, melancholy, or forgetting,<br />
or the gagged shadow of the just <strong>and</strong> unjust<br />
to make me a woman of water <strong>and</strong> volcanoes.<br />
Nicaragua my l<strong>and</strong> of bloodshed<br />
birth <strong>and</strong> death of the rainbow<br />
with its heavens <strong>and</strong> hells<br />
its coffers filled with dreams, the bitter gulps,<br />
the myth that proclaims it paradise,<br />
the constant struggle between its inhabitants blood<br />
<strong>and</strong> heart<br />
where after a long walk<br />
we found the horizon.<br />
She senses me, spreads me<br />
like a mountain range conquered<br />
by pirates <strong>and</strong> buccaneers.<br />
I have travelled through its rain <strong>and</strong> foam<br />
like a winged Minotaur<br />
a dragon guarding its impossible dreams.<br />
This is why when I die<br />
I want to be buried with a swath of its sky,<br />
water from the lake<br />
I want its soil<br />
covering my skin,<br />
her name <strong>and</strong> my name<br />
spelled out<br />
Gloria, Nicaragua.<br />
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